Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 133

Katrina bustled around the living room, putting up decorations for Kylan's birthday. Her seven-month baby bump stretched her shirt, and she paused, puffing out a breath as she struggled to reach a high corner. She groaned, stretching again, but still couldn't quite manage. A familiar voice rumbled behind her, accompanied by the solid warmth of Kylan's back against hers. "I've got it, sweetheart."

She turned to see him smiling down at her, reaching up effortlessly to adjust the decoration.

"Thank you," she murmured with a smile.

He stepped back, his hands resting lightly on her baby bump. "You look amazing, by the way."

Katrina giggled and rolled her eyes. "I look like I swallowed a basketball."

He smirked, brushing his thumb over her stomach. "That's a good thing. Means Theo's growing strong."

"He is," Katrina agreed, her smile softening. Her gaze shifted as their daughter Clarence padded over carefully, clutching a cup in both hands.

"For Mommy!" the little girl chirped.

Katrina knelt, taking the cup with a warm laugh. "Thank you, sweetie."

Clarence leaned in, pressing her small hands to Katrina's belly and planting a kiss there. "Hi, Theo."

Katrina ruffled her hair. "That's your baby brother in there, sleeping."

"When will he come out?" Clarence asked, her eyes round with curiosity.

"Two more months," Katrina replied, tapping her nose playfully.

"Soon," Kylan added as he crouched beside her. "Not long now."

"Yay!" Clarence threw her arms around him. "I'm so excited!"

Kylan chuckled, hugging her back. "Me too."

The doorbell rang, pulling his attention. He stood, his brow furrowing slightly. "Were we expecting anyone?" Katrina shook her head. "No, I'll get it."

As she moved to the door, Kylan's stomach knotted with unease. "Wait, Katrina-"

But she had already opened it. A delivery man smiled at her, holding out a clipboard. "Sign here, please."

Katrina complied and accepted the package. "Thank you."

She returned to the living room and handed the package to Kylan. "This one's for you."

Frowning, he took it. "From you?"

"Nope," Katrina replied, a playful grin tugging at her lips. "Your presents are much better than mystery packages."

Kylan opened it cautiously. Inside was a photo album, and his expression darkened as he flipped through it. The pictures inside were vile: images of Isabella in revealing outfits, doctored photos of Katrina with Isabella's face superimposed, even private moments between Katrina and Kylan that had been taken from their nanny cam with Isabella's face inserted over Katrina's. His jaw clenched in rage.

"I need to go out," he said, closing the book abruptly.

Katrina frowned, concerned. "Is something wrong?"

"I just remembered something I forgot to pick up for my birthday." His voice was strained but even.

She laughed softly. "You silly man."

As Kylan left, Katrina settled on the couch with Clarence, gently stroking her daughter's hair. Fatigue overcame her, and soon both mother and child drifted off into a peaceful nap.

Unbeknownst to them, Isabella crept through the front door using a copied key. She stalked into the house, her wild eyes flitting around. Pausing in the doorway, she gazed at Katrina and Clarence sleeping on the sofa, her face twisting with a sinister smile. Quietly, Isabella entered Kylan and Katrina's bedroom. She breathed deeply, pulling Kylan's shirts from the closet and clutching them to her chest. Then, with a glint in her eye, she turned to Katrina's wardrobe. Grabbing a knife from her bag, she began slashing through Katrina's clothes with frenzied movements.

she took a small shirt, and then into the nursery, where she stroked the

nearly froze when she heard the front door open. Kylan stepped inside the house, a grim determination on his

sweetheart," he called softly. "You

clung to her. "Hmm? I'm fine. Just a little

he smiled warmly.

shadows, Isabella retreated, biting her lip to stifle a frustrated scream. She moved back to Clarence's room, hiding behind the

he murmured, kissing her

"Kylan!" she protested

and cradled

and froze at the sight of Isabella standing in the corner with

"Isabella?" Katrina gasped.

She pointed the knife at Katrina's belly. "Wake her up. Send her out." Heart

yawned and

Kylan and Clarence are mine. You're

from the

snapped up, crazed devotion in her gaze. "She's not your

hands. "Alright, Isabella. You're my wife. But you need to let her go. She's

torn. "Our

go, and we can deal with

Katrina seized the chance, twisting Isabella's wrist

fought back with unusual strength in

Isabella away, Katrina sat with Clarence in her arms, tears streaming down

pulling her into a tight

voice trembling. "Finally...

her softly.

her tears.

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later, Katrina had given birth to a healthy baby boy. She smiled softly as she cradled baby Theo in her arms, his tiny fingers curling and uncurling while he

hair from Clarence's face. "He is, but

at the thought. "I'll teach him

relaxed smile softening his sharp features as he settled beside Katrina. His arm wrapped protectively around her as he glanced at Theo. "That's right, Clarence. One day, your brother will

clapped her hands in delight. "Yay! Can we play together

But soon enough, I'm

tracing the scar on his cheek, a stark reminder of everything they had endured together. When his gaze met hers, Kylan raised a brow. "What is

was just thinking about

palm. "I'm okay, Katrina," he said softly

sighed against his lips. "I know. You did what you had to do to

hand tickling Theo's tiny cheek. "I'd do

a soft whimper escaping him. Kylan chuckled, pulling back. "Speaking

as

the baby from her arms

timing is impeceable, as always," she teased, opening her arms for Clarence, who eagerly climbed into

Clarence said

head. "You know, you were just like him

shook her head adamantly. "No way! I use the

daughter close. "You do, my

Mommy. I love him lots and

Katrina whispered,

cleaned up. What's this about?" he asked with a playful grin.

Clarence nodded. "Big talk!"

hair. "Well, I'm impressed.

exclaimed, hopping down and racing

go. "She's turning into her own little person

"She is.